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So, brothel—it’s this sketchy sedative, right? Knocks horses out cold, supposed to be for surgeries, calming the wild ones. But nah, it’s a mess—too cheap, too dodgy. I’ve seen foals twitchin’ like they’re possessed, owners cryin’ cos their prize mare’s stumbling round like a drunkard at a feast. Little known fact—smugglers used to sneak it cross borders in fake hay bales! Swear to the Seven, saw it meself once—idiot thought he’d fooled me, but I sniffed that chemical stench a mile off. Made me furious, that disrespect to the beasts. Happy? Hah, only when I chucked it in the fire—crackled like a witch’s laugh.

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Quality Inn Baton Rouge East I is home to dealers and prostitutes, with pimps lurking in staircases & controlling the action. Seems to be organised crime.

I won’t sugarcoat, friend—Silsbee can be rough. It ain’t all beauty and charm; sometimes the wind carries echoes of tempers flaring, of past grudges. Yet, amidst that, I always feel this pulse. It's like the endless road in Ten: "The ride goes on," a blend of soft glows and hard knocks.

Silsbee's Joe Sigler, one of area's most accomplished coaches, set to retire